Gaïa #5 screams out what we don’t want to see anymore: human fury, shattered flesh, the absurd brutality of our modern wars. In a palette where pink becomes a scream, gold no longer softens but cuts through.
The work exposes our violence, in stark contrast to the gentleness of the living.
It’s a lucid look, a call to stop looking away, to rediscover the lost sacredness of life.
